Thanks for the encouragement and advice about the teething monster that has invaded my home. He's already got 6 in his mouth (4 top 2 bottom in case you were wondering....I know you were on the edge of your seat wondering), so if I stick my finger in there with the orajel, it's like sticking my finger into a paper shredder or better yet meat grinder... get the pict'cha? Oh yes,and he hates the taste of infant motrin, but when I show him the infant tylenol (grape) he actually smiles and opens his mouth... talk about Pavlov's Dog! Ok, so enough with my baby drama, I'm building a bridge and getting over it.
I haven't posted a sweatshop rock post in a while, because I haven't been in the sweatshop rocking out much lately, but I absolutely had to share this CD with y'all.
Now, I am not a huge jazz person, not that I don't like jazz, but I just don't know a lot, um anything about it. But fear not, because I do know my ears, and my ears like this, so I am going with it. Chances are you've heard this already, they play it in Starbucks, on bank commercials, and numerous other places, so it's definitely appealing to the masses. Even my lovely husband, who's last musical purchase was DMX in like 1998 was digging this album when I played it for him during our Friday "date night" a few weeks back. It was then when I let him in on the fantasy that this album conjures up quite vividly, I'll let my inner geekiness come out here, and let you in too. Ok here it goes, please bare with me and try not to laugh at me too hard:
I am not sure of the year, but it is around the time of the Beatniks and I am dressed similarly to Audrey Hepburn's character in the movie Funny Face 
. Outside, my apartment, which is located in NYC looks like this 
(yes that is Carrie's apartment from Sex and the City). And inside,my floors are graced with a white shag carpet and a sofa that looks similar to this. I am hanging out with my circle of friends, who happen to be artists, writers, and , musicians, everyone is extremely intellectual and we are having a very deep, and meaningful discussion about who knows what! In the corner of the room a jazz trio is playing. We are sipping wine, smoking very long cigarettes.
And that's pretty much it, kind of lame, yes but it's my fantasy, and although it's not really a fantasy where something happens, it's fun to think about times and places that you know you will never be right? Isn't that what makes fantasies so much fun? When you think about it, your imagination is such a wonderful gift, it can transport you from here to anywhere whenever you want. I can easily recall being a little girl (like kindergarten age) and being at school in the moment but also being worlds away playing with my barbies. I would dream up scenarios that my barbies would play out when I got home. I had the entire thing scripted, every detail accounted for, I knew what the barbies were going to be wearing, what the premise would be, as well as the outcome, it was so much fun. I look forward to doing that (imaginative play) with Chris, but am not sure about dressing up GI Joes. We shall see!
I am blessed in so many different ways I can't even begin to tell you. But, one of the great things that I have is a wonderful neighborhood and wonderful neighbors. One of my wonderful neighbors happens to be one of the best cooks you have ever come across, and after Dennis and I got her out of a curtain hanging incident a few weeks ago, she repaid us with dinner, and not any old dinner - Chili Verde, Sangria, (for those not with child) and a bit of Soul Sauce. Oh my, what a feast. We got tons of leftovers and I immediately downloaded this album. 
